Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

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"All you have to do," Alan explained as he handed me a notebook and pen, "is take the orders and note the table number. Bring the order back here, me or Julie will do it," he gestured to the barmaid, who smiled at me, "and then we give you the drinks to take to the table."

I nodded. It seemed simple enough.

"Right, okay."

"Think you'll be alright?"

I nodded again, "it seems simple enough."

Alan smiled at me, "it is... just don't spill anything."

"Easy enough." I promised him. He gestured to the many guests in the Cavern, "get to it."

I went out onto the main floor of the Cavern and began my job, approaching tables of people who looked like they were getting to the end of their drinks or they didn't have any yet.

"Eh, Deb!" I turned, hearing John's loud voice across the entire club. He was holding up an empty pint glass above everybody's heads, gesturing for me to get him another. I sighed and apologised to the table that I was serving. I finished scribbling their order and then went over to John via the bar, dropping off the first table's order on my way.

"John," I said as I reached the table where he was sitting with George, Paul and Ritchie, "do you have to shout across the club? Can't you just wait until I get to you?"

"We've been waiting for ages, Deb." John complained, handing me the empty glass.

"About five minutes." Paul laughed, "I'll have one too, please, Deb."

I turned to George, "do you want another one, Geo?"

He shook his head, gesturing to his half-empty pint.

I looked at Ritch, "one for you?"

The smile that he gave me was on that felt very private; like it was reserved for just the two of us.

Paul cleared his throat and Ritchie's breath caught in his throat. He turned to his friend, laughing slightly uncomfortably at being caught staring at me.

"You want a drink, Rings, or not?" Paul asked, gesturing to me, "she's waiting for your order."

"Oh, I, um..." Ritchie's eyes drifted to my face once more. I cocked my head at him, sticking my hips out to one side and clicking the top of the pen a few times as I waited for him to reply.

"Jesus Christ," John interjected. We all turned to look at him, not having expected him to say anything, "yes, Deb, Ringo'll have a drink. Just leave them behind the bar and we'll get it when we're off stage."

"Oh," I gasped, "you're on now?"

John nodded, "in a few, yeah."

"Well I'll be watching -"

"Still cheering for Liverpool's least sexy drummer?" Paul teased Ritchie.

Ritch frowned and I said to Paul, "no... I'm cheering for Liverpool's most sexy drummer."

George raised his eyebrows at me, narrowing his eyes in confusion and discomfort.

Paul blinked several times.

John laughed.

"Y-you are still s-steps, right?" George asked.

Ritchie and I exchanged glances before I nodded. "Yeah." I paused, "why?"

"Um," George bit his lip, "no reason?"

"The Beatles!" The band which had been playing previously announced. The boys all stood up and hurried off - Ritchie was last. He grabbed my wrist, trying to capture my attention... not that he needed to, of course.